June, as it really was

You see, Harley went through about three weeks of not going to sleep before 3 a.m. It wasn’t med related. He wasn’t sleepwalking. But he didn’t sleep. And neither did we, at a time when sleep was so desperately needed. We tried everything we could think of, including propping this sign outside his door as a reminder to go back to bed. After hours of pounding on our door and being escorted back to bed, we would find him like this:

Why is there toilet paper in the bed? Why is he sideways? Seeing these pictures brings back waves of that utter, soul-crushing exhaustion. But so much more than that, I’m overwhelmingly grateful for how far we’ve come. We now all sleep through every night!

And now, I leave you with an amusing picture, straight from Rednecks-R-Us.